Sunday, September 6, 2009
I am slowly learning about blog ownership, this is my first attempt and I know the pictures are very big but for the life of me I can's get them smaller. The weather has changed the wind and rain is here hopefully just for a few days, we have had such a wonderful summer so much sunshine my feet even have a tan line. I get sun fever, so I do not sun bath, I just get brown even through my clothes on a sunny day..I get moldy in the rain., or is that moody? Must be the California Girl coming out. oh dear that was a long time ago "Califonia Dreaming" driving with all the windows open and going down to the river to swim, swinging on the old rope into the murky Sacramento River, jumping off bridges. "Those were the Days MyFriend we thought they'd "NEVER" end" those oldies were great for driving in the California sun. The kids today drive with those thumping throbbing boom boxes type music, I know we were loud but never so loud you could hear us coming a quarter mile away. For me it was mostly good clean fun. Wow! Did that really happen to me it was so long ago I feel like I read it somewhere.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again